Novel & Cerita Ashryver Eyes

I didn't notice her eyes when she cried, I was focused on holding back my own tears and quieting her. “I am scared of her eyes, even the paediatrician was stuttering when she saw her.” “Why, what did her eyes do?” “Arieya's eyes turned exactly like yours, right now.” she tells me, watching my eyes. “Silver grey,” she breathes. “Now they're back to their color.”

Asher also jumps down and slip back his sword to the sword holder behind his body's back. He is standing in front of Athena with a bare hand. Since Athena's eyes are not changing color, it's OK to fight her with an empty hand. But, do not even think to attack her when she changes her eyes color. It's only a death wish if he tries to do that when she's in 'gin' mode. Athena smiles and shakes her head. "You really like to be slash by me, aren't you?" Asher smirk hearing that. "I think I do. Is it a kink?"

Ashton lost his patience entirely. Lucia and Karl felt like they got a heart attack at that very instant. Karl mumbled something in his mouth that sounded like begging for another chance. But it was not clear because he was too shocked by Ashton's threat. Meanwhile, Lucia who was now looked visibly terrified towards Ashton immediately faced Ashley again properly this time. She locked her eyes with Ashley. Her body shuddered a bit and her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. It felt truly satisfying for Ashley to see her like that.

Calm, dangerous eyes. She froze. “…Lord Asher.”

“I don’t, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I can’t, I can’t.” The heavy footsteps caught her ears too late. She spun just in time to see them. Ashar. Riven. Returning. Ashar’s gaze snapped immediately to her, the glow in his crystalline eyes sharpening, narrowing. His expression unreadable, blanker than ever but carved from stone. Riven’s brows lifted the moment he saw her shaking, hearing her ragged breaths. “Ash...” His voice dropped. “Yeah. She’s breaking.”

I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, and I couldn't wake up. Asher's eyes met mine, and I saw a flash of concern. But Arlo's gaze was unreadable, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I felt like I was caught between two worlds, and I didn't know which way to turn. As I approached Arlo, I forced a smile and asked, "Ehm, what would you like to order, sir?" I tried to maintain my composure, but my eyes kept darting toward Asher, who seemed to be watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. I continued to serve the glasses at the opposite table, trying not to make a scene.

“You don’t get to make silly assumptions about my life. I’ll let you go because it’s your first time, but I promise you, the next time you try this, I won’t play nice.” My heart jackhammered, but it wasn’t just fear. His eyes—those damned green eyes—held me captive, stirring a memory I’d buried deep. A dark street, a screeching car, my mother’s scream, and those same green eyes glinting in the shadows before the world shattered. My notebook slipped from my fingers, pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. Zane’s gaze flicked to my lips, a flicker of something raw flashing across his face. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d close the gap, but he stepped back, his cold mask slamming into

"Grandpa, I want to go to the other side to see Lulu. Won't you let me do it? I want to be buried with her. Can you help me talk to her parents?" Lawrence's face turned ashen, his steely features cold with an intimidating anger. He grabbed Simon and dragged him to the front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on his face. "Look at what you've become! Out of all the grandsons of the Fulmer family, you're the most useless one!" Simon stiffly raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The man in the reflection resembled a zombie with hollowed cheeks and lifeless eyes. A gloomy, somber energy surrounded him.

It poured off her in waves so strong I could barely breathe. She stood in the center of our chamber, her chest heaving, her hands clenched at her sides. The air around her shimmered, hot and wild, as if flames licked just beneath her skin. Her eyes — gods, her eyes — flickered between their dual colors, green and violet, lightning flashing in the storm. “Amara,” I said carefully, stepping toward her. My voice was calm, but my heart pounded in my chest. “You need to breathe. You need to center yourself before—”